Chapter 93: No Peace

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"Dylan, will you stop staring?" I hissed.
"Why?" Dylan feigned innocence.
I glared at him. Currently, we were in the staff room where there were many nurse uniforms, and Dylan was sitting on the wheelchair in his casual clothes which were brought over by Max earlier. Now, the plan was for me to dress up as a nurse and escort Dylan out of the hospital safely.
"I need to change. Look away," I said.
"Why should I look away? It's not like I have never seen before," Dylan said incredulously.
"No, you have not. That one time in my bedroom, that was an accident," I pointed out.
"So what?" He arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want to see if your body is worth tying to the bed for future purposes," he said.
"You spawn of a devil," I cursed, glaring at his way. Huffing, a plan popped in my head. "Fine then. Have a good time controlling your hormones." With that, I pulled off my top over my head, making him snap his neck in another direction instantly.
"What the heck are you doing? I wasn't serious," Dylan murmured, covering his eyes with his palm in embarrassment.
I stuck out my tongue at him and proceeded to wear the nurse uniform. It didn't matter whether he looked or not because I was just going to put the uniform over my undergarments. However, I had a hard time wearing the nurse cap. Then I put on a brown contact lens so that my ocean blue eyes wouldn't stand out while Dylan was already wearing his ones.
Once I was done, Dylan was still looking in another direction. I chuckled and took a handle of his wheelchair, wheeling my patient out of the staff room while putting on my fake glasses.
Dylan pulled up the newspaper he had and started reading to cover his face.
"See, I told you that our hair dye wouldn't go in vain," I mumbled to him, suppressing my grin.
"Yes, I learned that first-hand a long time ago. Nothing is useless," Dylan replied.
As we were near the end of the hallway, I heard a man talking, "Have you seen this man and woman?"
I peeked a glance to find it was Dylan and my photo. I hurriedly but swiftly got out of there, making sure not to bump into any of the men. I made sure to keep a count of how many of them I saw. Just in case, Dylan had a gun with him.
While passing by, I managed to hear, "We need to split up more rationally because we are short-handed. Only fifteen of us are left here."
Seeing Dylan smirk, I understood that even he heard it. That meant, if we managed to kill those fifteen men, then we were free to take our time going to Portugal or other countries. But we didn't have anyone who could kill those fifteen men with Dylan being wounded.
We successfully managed to get away from the hospital. I quickly changed into civilian clothes and got in the car that Max brought.
I glanced at Dylan to find a pained expression on his face which he was trying to suppress. "It's hurting, right, baby?" I gave him a concerned look.
"I'm fine," he tried to assure me. "Max, have you contacted Jeffrey yet?"
Jeffrey Rodrigúez was that friend of Dylan who was supposed to help us get to Portugal through his private jet.
"Yes, boss. But he says that he won't help anymore because you made him wait and didn't come," Max replied, glancing at Dylan through the rearview mirror.
Dylan clenched his jaw. "That son of a bitch," he cursed.
"Don't worry. I have contacted Adrian. He will help us get out of the country," I informed them.
"How did you even manage to contact him?" Dylan asked.
"Through the telephone booth," I replied, and he sighed.
"And how will he help us? He has even quitted my gang," Dylan pointed out.
"I don't know. He said he will explain it when he comes for us," I said.
Dylan had a speechless look on his face. "And how the fuck will he find us when we have already left the hospital without informing anyone where we are going?"
I fell silent. I didn't know what to reply to that because I didn't even think about that. How would Adrian find us?
Dylan groaned. "Ugh, I am saving the most stupid woman on earth. Why do I have such a bad choice?"
"Hey, it's not my fault that I have a low IQ," I protested.
"You better be grateful that your brother inherited your dad's brain," he rebuked, and I scoffed.
"Well, Dad is dead, so does that make Ady braindead?" I asked.
Dylan and Max gaped at me as if I asked the stupidest question of all time, and I think I did.
"If anyone is braindead, it's you, my love," Dylan let out and buried his face in his palms.
Was my question that weird? I mean, Dylan said Adrian got Dad's brain and Dad was dead, but Adrian was very much alive— wait, I am confusing myself.
Yet, I couldn't help but wonder about it for the rest of the journey.
———
After an hour or so, we reached a motel that was faraway from the city, a place that would be easier to escape from. It would be hard to find us there anyway.
The motel this time was better than the last one. The bed was more comfortable at least and the room was bigger. I helped Dylan settle on the bed, careful not to hurt him. His bandages needed to be changed. Before coming here, I made sure to pack enough medicines and bandages for him.
I gave a call to Clarissa, who scolded me as soon as she picked for leaving without any prior notice and I made up an excuse that Dylan's mom fell sick so we had to leave urgently. I told her to tell me how to treat his wound. But it wasn't possible for me to do it all because his stitches needed to be changed as well. I could never change his stitches as I would faint seeing those threats inside his skin.
I was changing the bandage on Dylan's shoulder following Clarissa's instructions when I noticed that Dylan was lost in deep thoughts.
"What are you thinking?" I inquired.
Dylan twitched his lips and said, "Just wondering how life would be after I quit the mafia."
"And what conclusion have you arrived at?"
"I can sleep at night like normal people," he responded flatly, and I chuckled.
"Yes, you really needed that. Seriously, when you used to work late nights for your mafia works, it worried me so much," I told him.
He released a deep sigh. "And I won't have to kill anyone anymore. I won't have to destroy lives anymore."
"Yes, you can be the person your mom wanted you to be. You can become an honest person." I finished putting on the bandages and started packing the equipment.
"I am an honest businessman, alright?" He gave me a flat look.
I scoffed. "We all know how honest you are, you crooked human."
"Hey, I'm really honest," he insisted.
"Sure, sure." I rolled my eyes and put the first aid box in the luggage. My eyes lit up as I remembered seeing a car race advertisement on the way here. "Hey, baby—" I was interrupted by a loud moan from next door.
A disgusted look over both of our faces. "Uh, what was that?" Dylan let out.
"The walls seem very thin," I murmured. Just as I thought this motel was good, apparently its walls weren't that good as we could clearly hear what was going on inside the room beside us, making the two of us feel awkward. When I say awkward, I really mean that.
"Yes, you are saying?" Dylan urged me to continue.
"Ah, yeah. I saw a—" I was cut off by another loud moan which was added with a tiny message which we really didn't need to hear.
"Faster, baby," was what we heard from the next room.
"Baby— Dylan, you better get me a private villa wherever we move next time," I said.
"Of course, love. I'm traumatized as well," Dylan said with a cringe.
Trying to ignore the disturbing noises, I tried to say, "As I was saying, I saw a racing advertisement—" as another loud noise interrupted me, I raged and hollered, "Can you fucking not moan so loud while having sex?"
"Why can't you just have fuck your man and shut up?" hollered back the woman from the next door.
"Oh, I will!" I responded while Dylan stared at me with wide eyes.
"Love, what are you even doing?" He gave me a blank look. "Not very classy."
"Ugh, it's annoying." I fumed and sat beside him on the bed. I looked at him, all bandaged up. "Why did you have to injure yourself?"
"What?" He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Never mind." I completely ignored the moaning from next door and kept speaking regardless. "I saw a car race advertisement on the way here. It's going to be held a week from now. I want to participate."
"Sure." He smiled. "Shall I participate too?" He gave me a teasing look.
"Please don't. I won't win with you participating," I responded and he chuckled.
That night, we had a hard time sleeping due to all the noises around us. I wanted to rip apart whoever was in our next doors.
Everything was so infuriating.
Or maybe you are just sexually frustrated, poked my subconscious.
Fuck off, you irritating voice.
There really was no peace for me. Not even inside my head.
Where did we end up? And how much would we have to face before we finally got peace? All I wanted was to live a peaceful life with Dylan.